Paris

Prior to the fun

Last weekend, I was in the city of lights for a meeting with one of My French Friends. Last time we met, She had invited Me to a private dungeon in Paris. She had told Me about the fantastic atmosphere and the excellent in house slaves. All of them very dedicated slaves, very submissive and obedient and all eager to serve and please.

As proof of that, when entering the “chambres” (the rooms), a guy who was licking the floor had to greet Us by kissing our boots. His Mistress-Owner gave him a hard kick in his balls from behind as a sign to stop. I don’t know if it were her marks, but his back was just marked all over. It looked as if he had been beaten to blood hundreds of times. Laurence explained Me that it was one of the painsluts offered by the Owneress of the club to unleash Ones sadism. It explained the state of his back. Then the Woman told Me that he was one of five like that. They had several of them because they had to be changed regularly to recover from the cuts and bruises! Excellent subject for real sadists, She said. And believe Me She was! Laurence and Myself each had choosen a slave but had decided to put one in a corner on hold and toy with the other slave together and change him after an hour. (We had hired the dungeon for two hours). As I knew also Laurence had a fanatic whiphand and Our slaves had a rough time. At a certain moment, We offered the first one the choice between Laurence’s whip and My boots. To My surprise, he choose the latter. I had never seent that. My slaves always are scared to death to get kicked by Me, but this one had gotten so frightened to get more lashes from Laurence that he choose My boots. I was determined to make him regret his choice and after five or six good hits, he begged to stop and used his safeword. Afterwards, I heard that the slaves only do that in very special occasions, because when using it, they don’t get paid by the Owner of the club for that period and I was told that all of them needed the money badly! Anyway, We got to choose another one.  The second one was treated a bit differently. he had to hold an object, a little spoon, in his hand in front of him, while We had our whips to whip it out of his hands. Fun!

And although at the end his hands were red and bleeding at several places, he did not complain nor cried or so. A worthy slave!

Then came the one from the corner, who had been watching Us the whole time. Laurence ordered him to thank Us properly for the “show” he had been able to watch and as a result, he kissed My and Laurence’s boots passionately. Of course he also had to suffer. We had not paid just to get our boots kissed! So he got chained and stretched with a haul,  then, We started to whip the shit out of him using different whips ophitsen each other to harder and more sadistic lashes. And yes! After about twenty minutes, also this slave could no longer stand it and used his safeword. It led to the statement that  “La Belge” (Me!) was one of the cruelest sadist he ever encountered…. I don’t know if he meant it as a compliment or that he was disappointed. The Owneress did show some respect to the way We had managed to make her slaves work for free that evening (at least two hours). On the other hand she might just be a good business woman, praising her customers….

Anyway it was a enjoyable and rewarding evening and the food afterwards was delicious as well!

Lady Contessa Pat